The Devil Inside by Portia da Costa

Author:Portia da Costa [Costa, Portia da]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Rover Books
Published: 2009-02-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

French Ice

A fter so much strangeness, it was a relief, of sorts, to see someone known to her. If ‘knowing’ was what it could be called.

Alexa’s heart started pounding, and her palms grew sweaty. Loosie Quine was standing at the other side of the room, chatting to a couple who also looked vaguely familiar. It took Alexa several seconds to realise it was Mr Handsome and his wife, from Circe, and by that time Loosie had left them, and was coming across the crowded room, smiling.‘Hi guys,’ said the photographer to Siddig and Yusuf. Then, with her eyes intent and sparkling, she turned towards Alexa. ‘Well, hello,’ she murmured, her voice softer and loaded with meaning. ‘I didn’t expect to find you here.’

‘Why not?’ demanded Alexa, stunned into saying the first thing in her head. Loosie’s very presence was enough to bemuse anybody, but what she was wearing – or wasn’t wearing – took one’s breath.

‘Well, I got the impression you were new to the scene. That you weren’t into all this.’ Loosie flicked her long tapered fingers towards the room and its various eccentricities.

You look amazing, thought Alexa, wishing she could say it.

The photographer was wearing tight, black leather trousers with boots and a chunky biker’s jacket. On her hands were leather gauntlets, and at her throat a studded choker, but that appeared to be the sum total of her clothing. Underneath her mannish jacket her torso was all woman, and her small, pointed breasts were proudly naked. Her nipples were erect, and looked darkened, as if they’d been fondled by someone’s fingers, then dipped in rouge.

‘It’s so warm,’ she said, laughing softly at Alexa’s wide-eyed gaze. ‘Feel how hot I am.’ Reaching out quickly, she took Alexa’s hand and pressed it to her skin beneath the leather.

‘See?’ she purred, leaning close, her strong fingers making Alexa caress her.

Involuntarily, Alexa squeezed. Loosie’s breast was warm, and her flesh firm and scented. Voluptuous memories passed through Alexa’s mind. She seemed to taste again a woman’s pungent flavours – Loosie’s sweat, her muskiness, her quim – and feel those slender thighs gripping at her head. She wondered if the photographer was wearing any panties beneath her leather, then imagined, if she was, that they were odorous and soaked with her juices.

It took her several seconds to remember she was still holding Loosie’s breast, but when she tried to pull away, her hand was clamped. Beatrice’s cousin was just as strong and wiry as her hard-line clothes suggested, and she lifted Alexa’s fingers and slowly kissed them.

‘See you later, lover,’ she said, then released her grip. ‘I’ve got to mingle now. Have fun!’

‘What are you laughing at?’ demanded Alexa, when Loosie had disappeared in a flash of black leather, and the grinning Siddig had taken her place.

‘So you know our friend, the photographer, do you?’ he said, taking her elbow and leading her forward. There was a wide double doorway at the far end of the room, and there seemed to be activity in the area beyond it.

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